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"baloon" poems
who knows if the moon’s a baloon,coming out of a keen city in the sky—filled with pretty people? (and if you and i should get into it,if they should take me and take you into their baloon, why then we’d go up higher with all the pretty people than houses and steeples and clouds: go sailing away and away sailing into a keen city which nobody’s ever visited,where always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves
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Who Knows If The Moon’s
My tears are gone My fingers are cold Morning crisp air Makes my skin crawl   I hate you  Your small fake smiles Angry thin lips Long, long list of lies **** off Just **** off No good mornings Can change my mind When evenings bring Clouds to your eyes You're walking around  In your huge baloon And I'm sending you small dart In the color of **** off You'll understand Better than others What the hell **** off is You're master of the art  You wrote doctoral thesys In the field of **** off Oh **** off From me all right **** of Same old me Morning and night
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:55 PM UTC
**** off
In this cold winter A girl sitting on a bench in a park Alone Waiting for someone To sit beside her And be her friend Many people sitting there A grandma who worrying her grandchild A little girl who was crying because she lost her baloon A boy who has been rejected by her crush A depression man who has just been fired from his job And many more While the snow begins to fall Those peoples leave her With smile on their faces But They just leave Leave the girl Feeling lonely again
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC
A girl on a bench in a park
My life is split in two, It always have been. On one side, A baloon, Drifting in the air. But on the other side, Im like a delicate crystal, cracking slowly, until one day, it shatters.     j.b
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Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
Double Sided
Have you ever flown? Not on an airplane or a baloon, But like a bird, straight to the moon, Soared above heaven by noon? Have you touched the stars, With a beauty and a light, A decadence so bright, My eyes and mind to this day are lit alight in delight. When have you gone to hell, And see the horrors there, Like Dante to the Inferno life just ain’t fair, Full of lies and deceit, and they are the dammed ones? Why do you try? What do you hope to accomplish, Fight against the bars, there steel, not rubber, we’re stuck in the dish, Can’t live without pain, can’t think and be sane, what’s your favorite wish? Believe in yourself, for there’s nothing to believe, You can’t do much to be something to see, I know I know, its arrogant and obscene, But trust me when I say, when I think, hey… Maybe One Day.
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Mar 30, 2010
Mar 30, 2010 at 5:54 PM UTC
Maybe One Day
go on and walk away, there is noting more that i can say, i never mattered to you anyway. treat me like a stranger, treat me like a joke, when my heart is in danger, and all my dreams gone up in smoke. make me feel like a fool for ever believing in you, oh how you laugh and you poke. i remember when i was your bestfriend, although it was long ago, when you said that i became someone that you didn't wish to know. i remember all the screaming and the sorrow that happened after, smoking on the train tracks, the long phone calls and the laughter, you were the whole book to me, but to you i was just a chapter, i remember when you left me, a broken disaster. i remember when you told me that i would see you soon, you crying in the car, when my heart bursted like a baloon. i still remember all the talks we had, the friendship, the madness and regret, but that friendship was lost a long time ago. i just hadn't grasped it yet. i guess that i didn't realise that i was so easy for you to just forget. all this time i thought you cared, because of all of the things that we shared, i guess i should have known, and should have gotten it through my head, when you let them taunt me on the phone, and said you wouldn't care if i were dead. when i was lost, looking for an anwser, restless and unsure, i had never felt more insecure. maybe this person that i'm remembering was never, who you really were.
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
just a blury memory
When we met You were yet A Princess. Snow melted On your younge tongue. Winter seasons Kept the secrets Of your cold cacoon. When you emerged It was obscene, You morphed into The Ice Queen. The white expanse Of glacial thighs Led to an ice-cave. ******* that once Snared and trapped, Have melted like Polar ice-caps. Your icicle eys Stay frozen In summer sun. And all about Your condition Smells stale as Franklin's Expedition. Like Midas, Minus the gold, All you touch Turns cold. I'm not here To lampoon How winter's blubber Made you baloon; But on a walk In Arctic noon, Wear whale grey And get harpooned.
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 9:32 AM UTC
The Ice Queen
Like the kids i see on t.v. Hungry &surrounded; by ticks &flees.; Hot skin,just as crispy.They remind ME!! of yuuh.What if that's what yuuh had to go through. A baby being left on somebody's door step.A baloon that flew away &&never; came back.Yuuh remind me of that.The abandoned beaten dogs on t.v. their pain i don't care about,because i don't seem to see, exspecially when they approach me, When they hurt me.I'm afraid of them&& they know that.That's why,when watching them &&thinking; of yuuh,it makes me sad.,but i don't care &&neither; do yuuh.Of how i'm feeling you've probably already had a sample.That's why i decide to just turn the channel.
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Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 9:42 PM UTC
THE'-UnWaNtEd
Little pile of fur lying in the road, What kind of debt could you have possibly owed? To find yourself now in such a horrid state. Your little life ending in this terrible fate. Sitting quietly on that exact spot, Slow cooked by the sun as on the road you rot. Maggots now feed slowly on what little bit is left. Your skin and your bones now of flesh bereft. Your last moments spent trying to cross a road, Where an eighteen wheeler sped with a twenty ton load. Headlights bearing down on you, oh so all alone, Rubber tires hitting you harder than a stone. Frozen in the light, you were terrified, And in a split second becoming liquified. A little bag of skin that suddenly got popped. Like a water baloon after having been dropped. Your guts and stuff splattered everywhere. The only things left, skin, bones and some hair. Buzzards and crows now begin to feed, On a ****** gut shake, yum indeed. Soon nothing of you will remain, But a brownish, greyish sort of stain. Poor little road **** didn't have a chance, Guess you should have taken a second glance. Before you crossed that road without a care, You might not now resemble the stain in my underware.
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Aug 1, 2012
Aug 1, 2012 at 7:58 AM UTC
Little Pile of Fur
Πάπυρος είναι δική μου άποροι ταινία, είναι ντεμοντέ να καμίνι του άλλου, όπως feeleth το τσίμπημα της κάθε καταγγελίας !!! Όπου είναι εραστής ορυχείο διαμορφωμένο φυτεία; καμουφλαρισμένη σε drag and επίγεια βλοσυρό ύφος του; ορυχείο κόκκινο μπαλόνι ουρλιαχτό στην ηλιακή παγετώνων !!! όμως, δεν πρέπει να υπάρχει πάγωμα σε θερμά μπάλα φωτός. Τώρα tis κουραστική μέρα και νύχτα unharmonious να θρηνεί σε shakespherian κομψό ..... για πού είχε συ προπορεύεται μπουτίκ; όπου λουλούδι για σένα έχω την οποίαν αποθηκεύονται !!! εγώ δεν εξερευνήσουν να προσαρμόσουν όπως πένθος, ήταν να είναι δύσκολο να ψάχνει, πραγματικό το πρωί; Δεν είναι μια ιδιοτροπία μου splitteth ως τσεκούρι για ξύλινα περικαλύπτω. ορυχείο ανίερη γλώσσα crinches ορυχείο δόντια, να δαγκώσει φίδι ειδώλιο τρόπο ..... Paragon των farawayness, η συστολή σου hath μου άφησε, λιώνω στο να έχουν ακόμη haveth μηδέν !! Ωστόσο, ακόμα και όλη αυτή την κόλαση, το ορυχείο oldened λείψανο πάπυρο θέλεις να αποκατασταθεί πλήρως εκατό φορές ..... δείτε, NOF αυτή η καρδιά του αυτό το τρομάζω γήινης σφαίρας ( Greek tongue ) English version- Papyrus is mine destitute film, it's old fashioned to other's kiln, as i feeleth the sting of all denunciation!!! Wherein is mine lover fashioned plantation? camouflaged in drag and terrestrial scowl's? mine red baloon howl's to solar glaciation!!! yet, there should be no freeze to a warmly ball of light. Now tis long day's and unharmonious night's to lament in shakespherian chic..... for whence did thou goeth boutique? wherein flower's for thee i hast stored!!! i do not explore to tailor such mourning, was it to hard to seeketh real in the morning? Not a vagary to splitteth me as axe to wooden sheathe. mine unholy tongue crinches mine teeth, to bite in snake figurine manner..... Paragon of farawayness, thy shyness hath left me, i languish in must have's yet haveth naught!! Yet in even all this hell, mine oldened relic papyrus shalt be fully restored a hundred fold..... see, this heart's not of this daunt terrestrial globe.....
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
Broken glass figurine
Πάπυρος είναι δική μου άποροι ταινία, είναι ντεμοντέ να καμίνι του άλλου, όπως feeleth το τσίμπημα της κάθε καταγγελίας !!! Όπου είναι εραστής ορυχείο διαμορφωμένο φυτεία; καμουφλαρισμένη σε drag and επίγεια βλοσυρό ύφος του; ορυχείο κόκκινο μπαλόνι ουρλιαχτό στην ηλιακή παγετώνων !!! όμως, δεν πρέπει να υπάρχει πάγωμα σε θερμά μπάλα φωτός. Τώρα tis κουραστική μέρα και νύχτα unharmonious να θρηνεί σε shakespherian κομψό ..... για πού είχε συ προπορεύεται μπουτίκ; όπου λουλούδι για σένα έχω την οποίαν αποθηκεύονται !!! εγώ δεν εξερευνήσουν να προσαρμόσουν όπως πένθος, ήταν να είναι δύσκολο να ψάχνει, πραγματικό το πρωί; Δεν είναι μια ιδιοτροπία μου splitteth ως τσεκούρι για ξύλινα περικαλύπτω. ορυχείο ανίερη γλώσσα crinches ορυχείο δόντια, να δαγκώσει φίδι ειδώλιο τρόπο ..... Paragon των farawayness, η συστολή σου hath μου άφησε, λιώνω στο να έχουν ακόμη haveth μηδέν !! Ωστόσο, ακόμα και όλη αυτή την κόλαση, το ορυχείο oldened λείψανο πάπυρο θέλεις να αποκατασταθεί πλήρως εκατό φορές ..... δείτε, NOF αυτή η καρδιά του αυτό το τρομάζω γήινης σφαίρας ( Greek tongue ) English version- Papyrus is mine destitute film, it's old fashioned to other's kiln, as i feeleth the sting of all denunciation!!! Wherein is mine lover fashioned plantation? camouflaged in drag and terrestrial scowl's? mine red baloon howl's to solar glaciation!!! yet, there should be no freeze to a warmly ball of light. Now tis long day's and unharmonious night's to lament in shakespherian chic..... for whence did thou goeth boutique? wherein flower's for thee i hast stored!!! i do not explore to tailor such mourning, was it to hard to seeketh real in the morning? Not a vagary to splitteth me as axe to wooden sheathe. mine unholy tongue crinches mine teeth, to bite in snake figurine manner..... Paragon of farawayness, thy shyness hath left me, i languish in must have's yet haveth naught!! Yet in even all this hell, mine oldened relic papyrus shalt be fully restored a hundred fold..... see, this heart's not of this daunt terrestrial globe.....
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who knows if the moon’s a baloon,coming out of a keen city in the sky—filled with pretty people? (and if you and i should get into it,if they should take me and take you into their baloon, why then we’d go up higher with all the pretty people than houses and steeples and clouds: go sailing away and away sailing into a keen city which nobody’s ever visited,where always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves
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Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC
Who Knows If The Moon’s
2 dai its like one of those days my head fill so havy i never would have though that love could be so hard,know my head its like a baloon thats about to pop my mind is ganging up on my heart as it is getting weak esif the devel is holding ma soul in the porm of his hend smiling weiting for me to loose ma wai 2 take the chance,bt as long as i see the light through out the support of my friendz iwil never wark alone even when the nights along even when i loose your love bt i hope i wil find it one's more and be able 2 smile with u
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Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 3:33 PM UTC
Cloudy night
i sing for all mama but give it up for single momma i applaud to her names which is uttered in murmur in a society inebriated with ignorance her name is whispered in stammers behind stunners you are looked down on you are regarded with scorn and disdain with abuse and insults your names they stain 'single?' politically incorrect you are a plural;parents you play the role of a mother and a father yet the society try to push you further forget you've been there during joy and strife calming down all the storms in life you are that rifle that combats rivals your bullets saves during upheavals life with you is always a win owing all to you a blue letter a baloon to blew later BINGO raising kids in absence of a man who sired them then grew tired and treated you like a hired maid left you with no aids sorry he only donated AIDs positive you deserve more than negative a woman who has been in the receiving end of blows is entitled to a bow it hurt more than a thorn to see a woman heart torn,her soul burdened by tons of grief it really ****** to see her shredded into pieces then treated like faeces in the faces of chauvinist till when shall they impel single moms to hide behind sunglasses as their son glances? you deserve more than back biting hypocrisy blinds them from seeing your hard fighting this society is hand biting you are strong beings mentor you've been in physical and mental though some view you like a zero hell no to me you are a hero who can heal all
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Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 4:42 AM UTC
single moms
The morning alarm has rung      But getting up is getting old The sun is shining outside      But my coffee cup is cold What comes to mind is a whip      To chase me outa bed Either I get up and get going      Or lie around like lead And yet time slowly creeps by And I'm still cuddled in this cocoon Waiting wondering anticipating For someone to pop this inertia baloon
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC
inertia
My heart Belongs to you My mind and soul Belongs to me Your mind mind and soul Belongs to you Your life comes first To mine When we're connected You will come first To quench the thirst The hunger That humans innately have I don't mind Having a grind I should take pride Knowing i can be inside Something as magnificent as you Just tell me what you want, that's what i'll do Don't come too soon I want it to be like a monsoon You make me high like a balloon I want to feel that high All the time I want to have my head belong In between your thighs.
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May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 4:06 AM UTC
Baloon (Explicit)
I went to the sea of this after noon
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Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 9:42 PM UTC
y.....the baloon
tied a baloon to the tombstone of her best friend in the cemetery A puffy metalic-blue number two marking the passing of her anniversary. She shuddered then cried till she spied her sobbing complexion in the balloons reflection. Heard her friend laughing at her she needed that, oh how she needed that.
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Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 7:19 PM UTC
Baloon and the tombstone
I wanna use the words you wrote To describe how I feel. So god **** empty. Useless. Depeche Mode is relevant. I'm a bursting baloon Helium. Read between the lines. You'll never find The answers that define me. My definition is lost. I'm floating in space. Never found No trace Resistance of everything With a ******** straight face. We own the sky. Created from stardust, Time goes by. And by. This is goodbye. This is goodbye.
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Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC
This is Goodbye
Your absence led me to this distant abyss We kissed and we made up so why not feel bliss I can't lose you, I love you I love you but I'm losing you Let me sit and drown in my own tears as i'm pushed away and dragged back in as i run a path thats only destination is you Hope fills me like a baloon but this despair is the pressure in the air testing me, poking me with a thin needle that resembles my patience I'm going to explode soon enough I should give you all a heads up, im going to dump my pitiful worries on the ones i love what an ugly metaphor you gave yet I find  myself recreating it once again Just as my second chances turn to fifths or sixth I've given you another And I swear its my last
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Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 11:50 PM UTC
they say poets write better when they're upset, its not true
Authors note; a different interpretation by ”In Just” by ee Cummings The balloon man  He brings rainbow colored rubber  Larger than the sun  He limps up and down the sidewalk all day  Waiting for children to come and play  He always goes home at night  Much to parents’ delight  He dresses up all in black robes  Covering him in a cloud of ash-colored mist  Children see him and run to him  Grasping the string of his balloons  The tiredness leave their eyes  Their skin once a glowing tan  Turns to milk their eyes lifeless  Their bodies collapse to the grass  The balloon man leans down closing  The eyes of children near and far  ”may you sleep now in peace little one... Forever” he whispers solemnly  He disappears riding away on the dark rain clouds filled with gallons of  the tears of mourning parents.
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May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 9:48 AM UTC
The baloon man